She comes to the balcony in her villa
She is wearing her flimsy dressing gown.
The lonely night is still young
And the crescent moon in her vivify.
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You paint a beautiful word picture here Nimal - a haunting melody of unrequited love perhaps...Justine
This sad tune plays in many of your poems. Truly, a world class effort. Exceptional write, Nimal. As always, Sandra